When Su Huai pressed the poison-quenched silver hairpin against Meng Yu's heart, his fingertips were shaking.
"Don't move," he said hoarsely, "I will kill your enemy for you, and you will keep my hands warm for the rest of your life."
Meng Yu smiled, coughing up blood and holding his wrist: "Idiot, I'm so cold that my bones... I can't survive this winter."
Later, on the night when the new emperor ascended the throne, Su Huai walked barefoot through the snow and broke into the general's mansion, wrapping Meng Yu, who was cold all over, into his arms.
"Look," his hot tears fell on the other person's neck, "I stole the entire country... Is it enough to warm you?"
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